Don Juan 08-046 ~ 050


Don Juan 08-046
Canto the Eighth
 
     XLVI
But those who scaled, found out that their advance
    Was favour'd by an accident or blunder:
The Greek or Turkish Cohorn's ignorance
    Had palisado'd in a way you'd wonder
To see in forts of Netherlands or France
    (Though these to our Gibraltar must knock under) --
Right in the middle of the parapet
Just named, these palisades were primly set:

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Don Juan 08-047
Canto the Eighth
 
     XLVII
So that on either side some nine or ten
    Paces were left, whereon you could contrive
To march; a great convenience to our men,
    At least to all those who were left alive,
Who thus could form a line and fight again;
    And that which farther aided them to strive
Was, that they could kick down the palisades,
Which scarcely rose much higher than grass blades.

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Don Juan 08-048
Canto the Eighth
 
     XLVIII
Among the first, -- I will not say the first,
    For such precedence upon such occasions
Will oftentimes make deadly quarrels burst
    Out between friends as well as allied nations:
The Briton must be bold who really durst
    Put to such trial John Bull's partial patience,
As say that Wellington at Waterloo
Was beaten -- though the Prussians say so too; --

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Don Juan 08-049
Canto the Eighth
 
     XLIX
And that if Blucher, Bulow, Gneisenau,
    And God knows who besides in "au" and "ow,"
Had not come up in time to cast an awe
    Into the hearts of those who fought till now
As tigers combat with an empty craw,
    The Duke of Wellington had ceased to show
His orders, also to receive his pensions,
Which are the heaviest that our history mentions.

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Don Juan 08-050
Canto the Eighth
 
     L
But never mind; -- "God save the King!" and Kings!
    For if he don't, I doubt if men will longer --
I think I hear a little bird, who sings
    The people by and by will be the stronger:
The veriest jade will wince whose harness wrings
    So much into the raw as quite to wrong her
Beyond the rules of posting, -- and the mob
At last fall sick of imitating Job.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) 
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